GDeep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,

GWay back up in the woods among the evergreens,

CThere stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

GWhere lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

DWho never ever learned to read or write so well,

GBut he could play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell.

GGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

CGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

G D GGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

GHe used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,

GGo sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.

COld engineers would see him sittin' in the shade,

GStrummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.

DWhen people passed him by they would stop and say,

G'oh, my but that little country boy could play'

GGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

CGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

G D GGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

GHis mother told him, 'someday you will be a man,

GYou will be the leader of a big ol' band.

CMany people comin' from miles around

GWill hear you play your music when the sun go down.

DMaybe someday your name'll be in lights,

GSayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight''

GGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

CGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

G D GGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode